The sound of rain like whispers in my ears,
The soft sweet sound of the pitter-patter.
Although it may be silence that I hear,
I find that it truly does not matter.
Like a million lights of an endless dream.
The past I see was only meant to be,
Washed away by rain, revealing a seam.
An abyss that was only meant for me.

But I will not stare at this endless rain.
Nor will I find the thing for which I came.
This endless dream I may never attain,
For this my life, will never be the same.
It is here now that I see the past.
Like whispers of rain that may never last.

Breath cannot catch,
Lips that cannot part.
Locked in a death stare daring either to move,
Grab me by hips and pull close.

Waiting for either to weaken,
For that tiny flex,
The subtle give,
Scratches gouged into the varnish.

Lying in depravity,
Bruises where the pulse judders.
Stars dance as the pleasure deepens.
Locked together muscles tensed.
Feral wild and free of sense.

i fear
that i am beginning
to feel
the sweetness
of you
flutter
within my
heart

Five words Dad never said,
I'm really proud of you....